I am, but God is

It’s comforting to sit among friends
to share how difficult it is
(life makes it)
(circumstances dictate)
(inspiration absent)
to wait to do what I’m supposed to,
meant to, what I promised to do.

Circumstances don’t define me.
My life is bigger than that.

Life needn’t suffocate me.
I can choose air, light, breath.

Inspiration is around me and in me.
If I let God make it, shape it for me.

I am Not a stone. Not a statue.
I am but the movement, the hinge, the moving part.

I’m a limb, but God traces my arc.
I’m the impetus, but God is the animation.
I’m the pen to paper, but God is the words.
I’m the stamp, but God is the sender.
I’m the hand, but God is the help.
I’m the give, but God is the giver.
I’m the learn, but God is the teacher.
I’m the eyes, but God is the seer.
I’m the ears, but God is the hearer.
I’m the nose, but God is the smeller.
When I’m stinky, God hugs me anyway.

I am.
God, in me, is.